Thursday, November 24, 2005

A Hamlin Thanksgiving

All the Hamlins came up to our wee apartment in Blacksburg, since we couldn't travel down to Charleston this year. (Liv says that the basketball is getting quite heavy.) God blessed us all with good fellowship in His name, clear weather, and lots of good food and wine. Praise God for every good gift, including that wine. If he has not withheld from us his own Son, how will he not graciously give us all things?

Despite the ladies' reluctance to play, the Thanksgiving tradition of croquet did not end this year. The men bravely ventured into the cold for another ultimate croquet challenge. This year's course included an approximately 100 ft. shot, and the added difficulty of hills and very high winds. Though I gained a large lead early on, my father made a furious comeback, and we sat even for the final challenge on the course. In the end, I hung on, and for the first time in many years, the younger Hamlin took the victory.

3 comments:

Anne Uthlaut said...

Liv! You look fantastic. I'm so excited for you! Do you feel old yet? Hubby and almost a baby girl, too... You'll have to let me know what you name her.

RobU said...

I seem to recall both you and your Dad being fierce competitors, so I imagine that was a spirited game!

rich said...

Rob and Anne,

Thanks for commenting. I didn't understand what was going on with my blog. It was indeed a spirited game--I'm not sure if you're familiar with "sending" in croquet, but it makes for intensity in game that might not seem the primary candidate for it.